[i]Fenrir deftly stepped to the side of the heavy slice, the true Ragnärok reforming in his hand so that his doppelgänger's own momentum carried him onto the ancient blade. The force of his reckless charge gave enough inertia that the blade pierced through his armor and ribcage, smashing through his heart and lungs. The doppelgänger's varying openings shone brilliant white light, the very veins within him glowing until they ruptured, breaking the skin and burning away the entirety of the doppelgänger. Fenrir grabs the fake Ragnärok with his right hand, the blade crumbling into ash, but leaving a form of white fire where it had stood.[/i] "[b]Did you think this to be the first time I have fought myself? I fight myself every day. I know my own weaknesses better than any of my foes, I can kill myself faster and more efficiently than any other can. I fight myself on a daily basis, Phoenix. I fight the beast within me, and I shall do so until I die my final death and join my God. A doppelgänger is merely a lesser version of me.[/b]" [i]His encounter with the warrior had changed him, at least visibly. His flames, which had died down as the doppelgänger was formed, has resurgence now, but white? Whether it was a parlor trick, an intimidation tactic, or a genuine change in how he viewed battle and life was unknowable, left for the Phoenix to guess at.[/i]